The next day.

A faint light squeezed in from the cracks in the stone and hit Gong Yu's eyelids.

Mu Nian opened his eyelids and silently raised his hand to block the glaring sunlight for Gong Yu.

"General Yan Ming, it's still too bright."

Gong Yu did not open his eyes.

But she was 100% sure that the legs under her head were definitely Mu Nian's.

The moment the sun set, Gong Yu woke up.

The familiar scent of Mu Nian lingered at the tip of his nose. The legs under his head were obviously a little stiff. They must have not moved all night and had already become numb.

If she patted Mu Nian's legs now, it would definitely make Mu Nian feel very "sour and refreshing".

Gong Yu really wanted to try whether Mu Nian would scream out in pain.

Although Gong Yu was curious, he still had a conscience and did not take any action.

As Gong Yu finished speaking, a rustling sound was heard.

Immediately afterwards, a handkerchief fell on Gong Yu's eyelids, blocking the sunlight.

The dark and cold feeling made Gong Yu raise his lips.

"Blood Eye, run!"

At this moment, a startled roar was heard, scaring everyone awake from their dreams.

The moment the scream was heard, Gong Yu had already left Mu Nian's arms and jumped to the side of the masked man.

The handkerchief fell to the ground.

Mu Nian lowered his head and looked without making any movement.

"Mask? Do you remember?" The useless demon stayed by the Mask's side without closing his eyes all night.

The masked man looked at the useless demon in confusion, his eyes falling on Gong Yu.

A tear fell from the corner of Mask's eye.

"Are we all dead?"

Is this the underworld?

He has been a Buddhist for so many years, why did he go to the underworld after death?

Shouldn't his soul return to heaven to meet the Buddha?

"Puff~"

The useless demon looked at the mask's miserable appearance and couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Even if you die, Blood Eyes and I can't die!"

"Um?"

Masked man looked at Fei Yao and Gong Yu again in confusion.

Something seems to be wrong?

How did this little goblin Feiyao become so childish?

Blood Eyes seemed to have become much younger, the worry between his brows was gone, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes had disappeared.

Huh?

How come even the breasts are gone?

Could it be that Xuetong had plastic surgery and changed her sex?

The underworld also provides such advanced services?

So can he also get a hair transplant?

Mask's mind was full of random thoughts, but his face restored his usual appearance of a high-level monk. He slowly chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, as the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Mask, we are not dead."

Gong Yu couldn't stand the mask's weird look anymore.

"Really?" Mask still didn't believe it.

He clearly remembered the sea of ​​fire before he fell into a coma.

I remember the flames burning on their bodies, the burning smell, and the painful screams that lasted only a moment before they were all buried in the sea of ​​fire.

"Touch it."

Gong Yu stretched out his hand towards the mask.

Her palms are white, small and tender.

Mask only took one look and couldn't help but let his mind wander.

Does the underworld still undertake the work of shrinking bodies?

Are there any bigger jobs?

Just as Mask's hand was about to hold Gong Yu's hand, a big hand suddenly held Mask's raised hand.

Then, a compressed, stinging sensation came over me.

Subconsciously, Mask wanted to resist.

However, no matter how he resisted, he was unable to shake the enemy in the slightest.

In fact, the big hand holding him was gradually increasing its strength, as if it wanted to crush his fingers.